Empty SelectadiscLast week, Nottingham’s legendary Selectadisc closed its doors for the last time.

For many residents, it was the epicentre of the city’s music scene, which continually punched above its weight. Bands formed from accidental meetings, gigs were posted, albums were bought on impulse, hipster haircuts were admired. For me, it was something of a spiritual home, where even the aloof staff couldn’t detract from the pleasures of rifling through the New Releases with a modest paycheque burning a hole in my pocket.

But these were the days before bandwidth, when even a dial-up shriek was still a rare luxury. The world doesn’t need record shops any more, and Selectadisc wasn’t in the happy position of receiving a government bail-out to cover its outdated business model.

Still, we can look back and pour a 40 on the kerb in honour of our fallen heroes. Farewell Selectadisc, and farewell to the idea of record shop as social object.